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I shrug. I don’t really want to go home, I’m tired but having fun.
“I don’t wanna leave. I wanna stay here.” I whine. Megan elbows me in the ribs.
“Stay then, I bet Bemy wouldn’t mind.” She waggles her eyebrows at me suggestively and we both
devolve into giggles again. I haven’t seen Bemy all evening except. Oh shoot! I was meant to check
in and I didn’t. Did I? I don’t think I did. Oops, I better do that before he gets
too worried.
“I need to talk to Bemy!” I dere as I struggle to get up off the floor. Megan’s clothes are extra
slippery or something because it takes a couple attempts to get to my feet. Megan makes it up first and
pulls me to my feet. I stumble into her and we both fall onto her bed.
“My brother’s probably in his room.” Megan informs me. I nod.
“I need to talk to him.” I insist. Megan stays lying on her bed where she is and nods at me, her eyes
closed. I make my way across Megan’s room doing my best not to trip over anything on the floor which
is now messy with clothes scattered everywhere. I step into the hallway and close the door. It’s super
quiet out here without the music and my head feels like it’s echoing. Can I hear my own heartbeat?
That’s weird. I cross the hall to Bemy’s door and knock loudly.
“Bemy! Beeeeellmmmyy. I need to talk to you! Bemmy!!!” I knock again and his door swings
open. Bemy looks half asleep andpletely bewildered.
“Ryann? Are you okay?” He asks. I nod and stare at him. What was I here for? Oh, I needed to check
in with him and tell him about that letter.
“I wanted t‘ talk to you.” I repeat. Bemy grips me by my shoulders and raises an eyebrow.
“Are you drunk?” He asks. I stare at him and think about it. Am I drunk? Maybe.
“Not sure. Maybe? I need to talk to you.” I insist. Bemy gives me a smile and leads me into his room.
It’s dimly lit by amp by his bed. I stumble and he catches me. My handsnd
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and
across his chest which is when I realise he’s shirtless. Damn is he hot. I find myself running my hands
all over his chest. He’s so warm and I can’t stop touching him. Bemy groans catches my hands, I
frown and pull them free then lean into Bemy. He’s too tall for me to reach without him bending down
but I reach around his neck and do my best to tug him down. Hees willingly and I pull him into a
kiss. I’m very enthusiastic right now and he feels so good. I hold him tight with a hand in his hair, my
other hand stroking the back of his neck and shoulders. He suddenly pulls back.
“We need to stop. You’re drunk.” he says, his voice rough. Well that’s stupid. I don’t want to stop. I’m
enjoying myself and for once I don’t feel shy. I try to kiss him again but he doesn’t cooperate and lean
down. I kiss his neck instead and I feel a shudder run through him. He
grabs me by the shoulders and holds me at arms length.
“Ry, sweetheart, you need to stop. You’ll regret it tomorrow.” he says. I shake my head.
“No. I want to stay with you.” Iin. Bemy runs a hand over my arm soothingly.
“You can stay with me if you want. But as much as I’m enjoying your enthusiasm, we just
can’t do this right now.” He tells me. I pout and he chuckles. I sigh and all the resistance leaves my
body.
“Fine. But I wanna stay here.” I insist. He nods.
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“That’s fine. You should get some sleep. Have some water too.” he insists. Bemy hands me a ss
of water he had on the table by his bed. I spill a little but drink cooperatively. I don’t want him to change
his mind and send me away. He takes the empty ss from me.
“Come on darling. You need rest. You’ll probably feel like hell in the morning.” I nod and move towards
his bed then freeze. This is Megan’s dress. I can’t sleep in Megan’s dress, that would be rude. I strip it
off andy it carefully
on the end of the bed. I look for Bemy, his back is to me as he fusses with the nkets. He turns to
me and freezes, his jaw
goes ck.
“Ry…” he trails off. I sit on the bed and pat the space next to me. He hesitantly sits beside me, a good
distance away. I don’t like that. Why is he staying so far away?
“Why are you over there? I want you with me.” Iin. I get to my feet and position. myself on his
lap, a bit like I did the other day but this time I straddle him with one leg over
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each side of his thighs.
“Ryann, what are you doing?” He sounds a little rmed.
I ce a hand on his chest as I get distracted by the red thread between us. It’s so bright. Such a pretty
colour. Bemy leans back away from me a little and I watch as the thread gets longer. That’s so weird.
I wonder if it gets longer or does it stretch? I mean it’s not really real. But I imagine it stretching like
stic. Giggling, I use my hands to push on Bemy’s chest forcing him toy back, watching the string
get longer. I reach for it, I know I can’t touch them but it looks so solid. My hand waves through it a few
times. I lose my bnce and fall forward onto Bemy’s chest. He’sfortable. I don’t want to let go.
Bemy suddenly wraps his arms around me and I cuddle in happily. In one quick motion he rolls us
around so that we’re in the bed properly against the pillows. I groan as my head spins and for a
moment
1 feel sick.
“You alright?” Bemy asks as he leans back a little, now lying beside me rather than under me. He is
staring in my eyes and the sick feeling fades away.
“M” fine.” I tell him quietly.
“Good.” He responds, pulling the nket over us. I sigh and snuggle in closer to him, practically glueing
myself to his side. He flicks off the light and we lie silently for a while, his arms wrapped loosely around
me. In the dark I can’t see our thread but I know it’s there, probably so short it’s nearly invisible with us
so close. I ce a hand over Bemy’s heart
where I know the thread is.
“I like our thread.” Iment sleepily.
“Yeah, why’s what?” Bemy asks, his voice soft. I run my hand over his chest before
answering.
“It means you’re just mine. I like that.” I tell him. He sighs deeply and pulls me closer into his chest. I
feel him press a kiss into my hair.
“I like it too.”